Protecting His Kidnapped Family - Leslie North Page 0,9

and after the long hike he was hungry. He tried a bite of soup, then eyed her from across the table. “How’d you become a prepper?”

“Prepper?” Serena laughed. “Like doomsday? I’m hardly that. Consider it being a responsible parent. Once I found out I was pregnant, I had to make some tough decisions pretty quickly. Like how I wanted to live my life and what kind of person I wanted to be. Everything I do now puts Gracie first.” She tilted her head, narrowing her eyes on him. “If you’re going to be in her life, then I’ll need to know that you have the same attitude. If you think being a dad means visiting her once or twice a year—on your schedule rather than hers—then don’t bother. Still sure you want to keep that ‘I’ll do my part’ promise?”

“Always.” He hoped he sounded more certain than he felt. Honestly, he had no idea what he was doing where the baby was concerned, but damn if he’d walk away now. “I’ll figure it out. Trust me.”

She put the baby over her shoulder and frowned. “I don’t trust anyone anymore.”

4

Later that night, Serena lay awake on the cot in the cabin, Gracie asleep beside her, and that’s when it finally hit her. She was free. Adrenaline buzzed in her system at the thought. There’d been days when she’d wondered if she’d ever get to think those words again. And sure, her captivity had been a walk in the park compared to what many people experienced, but still. Being held against your will sucked, whether it was in a cage or a castle.

Noah had bunked down on the sofa across the room, but she couldn’t help being attuned to his every move. Even though they’d only spent the one night together all those months ago, she felt connected to him, and not just because of Gracie.

He’d rescued her. Like some frigging hero in a fairy tale or something.

Giddiness bubbled up inside her when she remembered him bursting through that door earlier, and she struggled to tamp it down. It had taken her longer than usual to get Gracie to sleep tonight, most likely due to the stress of the day and the weird surroundings, and she didn’t want to risk waking her again. It was hard to stay calm and still, though.

Every fibre of her being seemed to call out for her to get up and go to Noah, to confirm that all this was really real. For so long, she’d dreamed about him. He was her guardian angel. Today, he’d proved that beyond the shadow of a doubt. Thankfulness and relief and need melded into a warm rush inside her.

Saved. Noah Wild had saved her. How cool was that? Even cooler was the fact that she finally knew his last name. Wild. Like the nature outside. Like the man himself. Way back when, in that art gallery, she’d sensed it inside him: that feral, alpha streak. His eyes were kind, but his rocking bod looked ready to kick ass at a moment’s notice. Wild, indeed.

The rustle of movement whispered through the air and she called out quietly before she could stop herself, “Noah?”

“Yeah?” he said, voice low and rough from sleep. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” She bit her lip, then moved to get up, slowly so as not to wake her daughter. On bare, silent feet, Serena padded over to the sofa, unable to resist any longer. In the darkness, she knelt down beside him and reached out her hand to lay it on his forearm, pale moonlight slanting in through the windows and casting a hazy glow around them. “I wanted to say thank you.”

“For what?” His dark brows drew together and his blue eyes glinted in the half-light.

“For everything you did today.” Tears prickled her eyes, but she blinked them away, unexpected desperation making her shiver. “I tried to be brave, for myself and for my baby, but deep down, I was so scared. I didn’t even realize how scared until that feeling finally went away. If you hadn’t arrived today, I don’t know what would’ve happened and I’m just so grateful to you for helping me and—” The more she talked, the more her voice quavered and now she was crying and oh God.

“Hey, hey,” Noah said, sitting up and trapping her between his rock-solid thighs. He cupped her cheek and stroked her skin gently with the pad of this thumb. For such a big man, he treated her like